Fan fiction-Death Note-Italics are thoughts I don't own Death Note!Prologue (Wammy's House)“What's your name?” asked the kind-looking old man, Wammy. My honest answer is simple: “I don't have one.” My monotone voice is sweet. Wammy frowned and rubbed his chin. “Do you want one?” He smiled. I knew he knew how I would respond. "Yes. I would like a name." My voice is slightly more energetic but still monotone. I heard a noise near the door. I turned and saw a boy with dark bags under his eyes and messy black hair standing there. I turned, but I kept this guy in my peripheral vision and spoke to Wammy. "Call me... H." Years later... I looked at my computer with satisfaction. Gina Nelson, a notorious female serial killer, had been captured prepaid cell phone rang. I hate having one, but sometimes it was necessary. Probably a call from the FBI director. I answered. “Yes, director?” I had solved the case the criminal had been arrested. “I just want to congratulate you on a job well done. Thank you.” "Please." That was it, the exchange was over. I hung up and threw the phone somewhere, not caring where. I was incredibly hungry (as always), so I put on my shoes, grabbed some money, and headed out the door of my small, nondescript rented apartment. I was headed to a small market I knew, owned by a family. It has the best products I have ever bought. The strawberries in particular were ripe, juicy, sweet and succulent. I love food and I was going to someone. The door was open and I had one foot outside when my prepaid cell phone rang. Brii! Bringing! I was going to ignore it, but when I heard... the middle of paper... a way to track a cell phone when it's turned off, right?" I opened the photo on my computer and accessed (cough-hacked-cough) the photo systems in Tokyo. Then I entered his photo into the facial recognition software I had on my computer. “Where did he live in Tokyo?” I ask Watari, the sound of my typing filling the room. “573 Guré Avenue.” "What are you going to do?" Matsuda asked, wringing his hands nervously. “I'm analyzing Naomi Misora's face through facial recognition and using yesterday's security footage to track her whereabouts. time to fix all the footage, but I would have to invent something." Two hours had passed since I had activated the search algorithm in the facial recognition program. There was a metallic sound coming from my computer. Works Cited Death Note The Lord of the Rings